Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1887-10-29

In another second the sturdy Kara had also
slain man, and then began scene the like
OF which has not been known to me
Up rushed the assailants-one, two, three
at time-and as fast as they came the ak
crashed and the sword swung, and down they
rolled again, dead or dying. And ever
the fight thickened, the old Zulus eye seemed
70. get quicker and his arm stronger He
shouted out his'war cries and the names oil
chiefs whom he had slain, and the blows Of
bus awful ak rained straight and true, shear.
ing through everything they fell on. There
was none OF the scientific method he was SO
fond of about this last IMMORTAL fight of his
he had no time for it, but struck with his full
strength, and at every stroke man sank in
his tracks and went rafting down the marble
steps.
They hacked and hewed at him with swords
and spears, wounding him in dozen places
till he streamed red with blood but the shield
protected his head and the chain shirt bis
vitals, and for minute after minute, aided by
the gallant zu Vendi, he still held the stair
At last Karassword broke, and he grappled
with foe, and they rolled down together,
ar he was cut to pieces, dying like the brave
man that he was.
Umsopogaas was alone now, but he never
blencbed or turned. Shouting out some wild
Zulu battle cry, he beat down foe, ay. and
another and another, till at last they drew
back from the slippery, blood stained steps.
and stared at him in amazement, thinking
that he was no mortal man.
The wall OF marble block was four feet six
high now, and hope rose in my heart as
leaned there against it, miserable, helpless
log, and ground my teeth, and watched that
glorious struggle. could do no more, for l
had lost my revolver in battle
And old Umslopogaas, he leaned, too, on
his good axe, and, faint as he was with
wounds, he Knocked them, he called them
"women"--the grand old warrior, standing
there, one against 50 manyl And for a
breathing space none would come against him,
notwithstanding Nasta's exhortations, till at
last old Agon, who, to do him justice, was q
brave man, mad with baffled rage and seeing
that the wall would S on be built and his
plans defeated, shook the great spear he held,
and rushed up the dripping steps.
| "Ah, ah!n shouted the Zulu, as he recog-
nized the priests flowing white beard, "it is
thou, old witch finderl Come on await
thee, white medicine man, come on! come
onl have sworn to slay thee, and ever
keep my faith.'
| On he came, taking him at his word, and
/ drove the big spear with such force at I'm
slopogaas that it sunk right through the
tough shield and pierced him in the neck.
! The Zulu cast down the transfixed shield, and
that moment was Agon's last, for before be
could free his spear and strike again, with a
shout of "Theres for thee, rain makerl'
Umslopogaas griped lnkosi-kaas with both
| hands, and whirled her on high, and drove
| her right on to his venerable head, so that
Agon rolled down dead among the corpses OF
! his fellow murderers and there was an end
of him and his plots together. And even as
he fell d great cry rose from the foot Of tbs
stair, and looking out through the portion OF
tine doorway that was yet Enclosed we saw
armed men rushing up to the rescue, and
called an answer to their shouts Then the
would be murderers who yet remained on the
stairway, and among whom saw severa
priests, turned to fly, but having nowhere t.
go. were butchered as they fed. Only on,
man stayed. and he was the great lord Nasta
Nyleptha's sutton, and the father of the plot
For a moment the black bearded Nasta stooc
with bowed face leaning on his long sword a
though in despair, and then, with dreadful
shout, he too rush d up at the Zulu, and
swinging the gil tering sword around hi
head, dealt him such mighty blow beneath
his guard that the keen steel of the heav,
blade bit right through the chain armor anC
deep into Umslopogaas' side, for a momen
paralyzing him and causing him to drol
his ak.
Raising the sword again, Nasta sprang Tor
ward to make an end of him, but little b
knew his foe. With a shake and yell o
fury, the Zulu gathered himself together an
sprang straight at Nasta's throat, as hay
sometimes seen wounded lion spring. II
I struck him full as his foot was on the to:
J most stair, and his long arms closing roun
him like iron bands, down they rolled tS
: gether struggling furiously. Nasta was
strong man and a desperate, but he could nc
: match the strongest man In Zululand, sor
: wounded though he was, whose strength va
{ as the strength Of bull In minute III
+ end came. ! saw old Umslopogaas stagger
5 feet--ay. and saw him, by single gigaI
. tic effort. swing up the Struggling Mast,
ard. with shout OF triumph, hurf biz
. straight over the parapet Of the bridge, TO